Jj Mccarthy Hockey Novels & Stories

She was already dealing with enough. I had just stepped into campus when Sarah came running up to me like a storm. “Guess what,” she said, eyes wide like a child on Christmas. “We have a hockey match today. A real one. With actual college scouts and everything. And guess who’s the starting player?” I didn’t answer. I already knew. “Dominic Lakes,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “God, he’s so hot. You think he’s single?” I rolled my eyes. “Why would I care?”

Jay Ten Years Later… The first thing you learn in the NHL is that nobody gives a damn about where you came from. Not your junior stats. Not your hometown. Not the rink you grew up freezing your ass off in while your parents screamed from the bleachers. The only thing that matters in this league is what you do on the ice and for the last ten years, I’ve been answering that question the same way every night. I’ve made damn sure everyone knows exactly who Jay Mercer is and what he can do.

on the skating roster? Before I could type no, Tessa sent another text: “Gerald Lennox is gonna be there.” My heart skipped a beat. Gerald Lennox was captain of the university’s hockey team. Six-foot-something, broad shoulders, with hair that looked windswept like he’d just stepped out of a cologne advertisement. I’d seen him around campus a handful of times. I shook my head. “No” I whispered to myself. Guys like Gerald didn’t look at girls like me.

Will like to know if we are going to be involved he is someone I can count on to not make a fool of me. “So what happened? Did you get divorced?” “No, he died.” “Oh, my goodness! I am so sorry about that. He must have been really young.” That made me laugh. It’s nice that everyone’s first impression is that my husband was young. “No, he was quite old. Jake Mccatty is his name. The best of men. He was the most amazing person I had ever come across in my entire life.” Charles furrowed his brows. “Jake Mccatty? I know him, he has a son, Mark Mccatty. They are the strong forte of wealth in the diamond pack. Well known for their brilliance in handling business. He died a year ago if I remember.”

"He is actually taking time off the team, so it's a good time to see if his grades can be saved." "Oh," I mouthed, chewing my steak but wondering why. Jace Carter was practically the face of his team and the youngest. I had seen the school banners and local newspaper features. Hockey was the one thing that made him more than just another arrogant rich kid. I kept my face neutral and gave Marla a warm smile instead. "I will do my absolute best. I'm very committed to making sure he hits a strong score." I looked towards Jace to see if he was upset and sure enough, he was.

He was only playing right now for the pure love of the sport, and because of the heavy promises he had made to his team. However, as his fingers scrolled further down the sports news page, a specific article caught his attention, and his eyes narrowed. The screen displayed a large, high definition picture of the captain of the Canadian National Hockey Team, the powerhouse team the Hawks were playing against tonight in the finals. Julian instantly recognized the captain's face. It was the exact guy who had been giving him sour, intensely arrogant looks in the hotel corridors the other day.

“ Just let the bitch go , seeing her alone almost ruined the fun that I was having . “ I thought as much , but I have something more in mind for her . When I saw the smirk on their faces , I knew that I was in a bigger mess but when realization dawned on me , I knew that I was in a fucking bigger mess . No , No please don’t make me go to him , I begged hoping that she changed their mind . Both of them didn’t say a word till me and I knew that it was best that I stood up . Nate was the last person I wanted to see , I could cope with chase and Ryder but definitely not Nate , that dude hated the fuck out of me , I can tell that I disgust him , he doesn’t even want to see me and doesn’t even dar

RHETT The locker room always smelled like sweat, tape, and cheap cologne. Boys shouting over each other, lockers slamming, jokes flying too loud. Same shit every day. I was lacing my shoes when Jake dropped down on the bench beside me, grinning like he’d just figured out the secret to life. “Why you looking so damn happy lately, huh?” He nudged me with his elbow. “Coach finally greenlit you back on the ice?” I smirked, shaking my head. “Nope.”

Marcus Webb had been my teammate for four years in Ottawa. He was also, as far as I knew, the only other person in professional hockey who knew exactly what I was. He called on a Sunday afternoon, his voice carrying the background noise of an airport, which meant he was traveling for an away series. "I saw the article," he said, when we'd gotten past the opener. "Yeah." "The photo was good. You look like yourself." "What does that mean?" "It means you look like someone who's playing hockey because they love it instead of because they're surviving it. There's a difference. It's visible." A pause. The airport noise shifted. "How are things with the Ice King?"

Two whole months. “Brad,” I murmured again, “you’re not the type to give up like this. Hockey guys don’t give up. I mean, you literally trained in the snow while your fingers were freezing once— you even bragged about it.” I smiled a little at the memory. “So please… don’t let this be the one game you sit out.” Just as another wild, spiraling thought crossed my mind, something flickered across his face. Not a twitch and that was not a dream reflex.